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Wind

Traveling south in the Americas, I sometimes felt a different breeze; perched on a rooftop on a windy day, I imagined all the stories of everyday revolution the wind would tell my clothes as it dried them; and wondered what kind of tales my clothes could tell to the wind.

 



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“My friends! Be strong…because me, I am nothing…” (Sitting Bull’s song, according to Cedric Good House.) Today is a great day to honor the life of Tatanaka Iyotake, popularly known…